AcuteI came home on Thursday. It was cold and rainy. I hate those days. I feel like I have to count each of the drops and when they land on my head or my coat it makes an awful noise. When I was walking to my apartment. I noticed that the “Just Married” writing on my neighbors car in that silly car paint was starting to run off. I have to admit, it lifted my spirits a little. I always felt like I had to notice it. I even stopped under the eaves to watch it pool in the curb and run down the road. After a while though, I had to go in cause of the noise.
As soon as I entered the building, I could hear my neighbors talking and their TV. They were always the loudest, and of course I had to be right next the them. As I walked up the stairs I knew that there were exactly 12 steps and step four and six creaked. I avoided those as always, just because.
I came to my door and I reached into my pocket for the key. I counted my keys quickly before selecting the one for the door.
Crazy LoveI just realized that’s why I’m awake all the time. The static. Friction.
It’s the raw energy. Call it chemistry or science… physics.
I keep reading text books you sent me. To replace my romance novels.
The diagrams and charts, spanning the divide.
It’s a complex design. All these sparks and moving parts.
The mathematics keep reminding me of you. I ran the numbers…
The probability. The chance. I finally found the answer.
It’s revolutionary. A breakthrough. The chemicals in my brain.
Who knew the liquids and the acid, could make me feel this way?
The electricity. String theory, holding us together.
This little invention of mine. This ‘Love.’
It’s a mad, mad science.
VacantIn the lonely places
And the corners of a faraway mind
Quiet lingers there
Thin as the fabrics over the chairs
Falling on the unwary
And dripping down the drain
Thoughts of the sleepless
Whispered openly and plainly
Looking back from there I kept walking
Along the solitary streets
Among all the empty names
Searching for only one face
Touching once there
And brushing against here
Glancing at the rain on the window panes
Wishing for just you
A dreary presence
And stark words
Easily replaced by others
Just barely there
Coming and going
Searching at dusk
And resting at dawn
For a little voice
A voice that eases the cold
And gently lifts the sickness
Here one solitary month
Gone the next
Yours is the name
That I refuse to remove
Lost letters to no address
Empty housing in a slowly beating heart
There is still dust on the floor
Where we once sat and talked
Slowly reaches for the pen and writes
Nearly forgotten when we last spoke
But you were always there we